Day Ten: Hung, Drawn and Quartered

Cape Town is as expected. Beautiful blue skies, a wind developing through the afternoon, culminating in a wispy tablecloth and strong gusts in the evening. Saw friends, did work. But so what? Home is where the heart is, and my heart is elsewhere.

It's 25% of the way, a quarter, but this doesn't feel like progress. It's just feels like half of a half, which is half of the whole. So it's a third-level down fraction of a distance I can't quantify.

Fuck quarters. They belong only in American wallets or pizzas. Pah!